tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316746522024-03-12T23:32:15.577-07:00...JUST WORDSTake a picture, write some words.Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-29650244518729918882017-07-19T23:04:00.000-07:002017-07-19T23:07:33.675-07:00
The trip was long, the road was rough, I would do it all over again.
Thank you for being my mother and entrusting me to take this journey with you.
I love you, Mom
she held my hand
and took her last breath
remaining blossoms
*
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-65015848754667980322016-10-02T21:34:00.000-07:002017-05-24T21:47:21.439-07:00
I snapped the camera just as she turned. Just after she asked me how old she was. Just after she said it was impossible that she was going to be ninety. Just after she declared she was only twenty-seven.
I could see it in her eyes. The blank stare that sees beyond time yet holds on to the past. The struggle between here and there. The movie that ends Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-44106305864050164242016-03-06T14:56:00.001-08:002016-03-06T14:56:42.294-08:00March 3, 2016
For Tommy's wife and children, his best friend Jeff, and all of Tommy's family and friends -
I will survive
the shipwreck
and calla lilies
will bloom
once again
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-73096705913758598352015-08-15T18:36:00.001-07:002015-08-15T18:36:16.828-07:00
walking through
the butterfly park
I capture
a dragonfly
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-70389148383037860142015-03-05T00:24:00.003-08:002015-03-05T00:34:42.681-08:00
Seventy years ago today Mom and Dad got married at a very young age. I wondered how it all would have turned out had they stayed married all this time. Mom wondered about that too as she told me the story about how she met Dad. I could see it in her eyes.
first love
the hours and years spent
in that one moment
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-68997818782949599672015-02-05T15:43:00.002-08:002015-02-05T15:43:29.511-08:00
out of the woods
out of the fog
a crow
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-39654682635220824012015-01-20T18:09:00.000-08:002015-01-20T18:09:06.855-08:00
the harbour
masked in dense fog
still, the egret
so quick to snatch
its prey
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-50343776142572213642014-12-12T20:45:00.002-08:002014-12-12T20:45:44.697-08:00
a gentle breeze
spreads a dandelion faerie
far and wide
love is
as simple as that
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-41532930083485892342014-12-08T10:56:00.000-08:002014-12-08T10:56:04.043-08:00
sun halos
mom says
she doesn't know much
about anything
anymore
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-79429426368901700522014-11-28T18:53:00.002-08:002014-11-28T18:55:51.900-08:00
black fridayjust another dayin the forest
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-40483195146202221852014-11-07T08:23:00.006-08:002014-11-07T08:25:16.033-08:00
november sunrise
silently inches its way
across the yard
unfolding the morning
one ray at a time
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-41025977675931994352014-10-08T14:50:00.002-07:002014-10-08T14:51:33.142-07:00
making lemonade
out of a lemon
blood moon
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-58035182973636380292014-09-21T11:55:00.001-07:002014-09-21T11:55:21.138-07:00
fall
is in the air
and all over
my deck
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-54906062716806581502014-08-12T19:10:00.001-07:002014-08-12T19:10:14.090-07:00
hot august night
after a super sunset
a super moon
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-70175033972733776072014-07-11T21:46:00.001-07:002014-07-11T21:46:04.995-07:00Poets on Site Prompt - what's in the wind
summer 1974
in the middle of the desert
buying an Indian trinket..
a chill runs through our bodies
as the wind howls its haunted past
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-20789648972305050362014-06-20T00:20:00.003-07:002014-06-20T00:20:57.049-07:00
skyfall
the deafening silence
beyond the shore
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-5619431150347198532014-05-26T16:26:00.001-07:002014-05-26T16:26:37.445-07:00
It was a holiday, we were at the cabin enjoying morning walks, fresh air, the serene magnificence of the oaks, the blue jays, life...and then the phone rang.
memorial day
it's been five years
since you passed
still, I find it so hard
to move that mountain
Thank you for serving in the Air Force, Dad. Your eight kids miss you.
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-12262118667682138552014-05-14T17:48:00.002-07:002014-05-14T17:48:50.136-07:00
first Spring gust
from out of nowhere
a haiku
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-57839323473938543942014-02-06T23:59:00.003-08:002014-02-06T23:59:58.356-08:00
NaHaiWriMo prompt - bump
Finally, a bit of winter has arrived in Southern California, hurried cars, auto wars, frustrated drivers forgetting the trickery, the slickery of roads, all going home at the same time, the same pace, the same rat race, fighting the sleep in a heap of wet smog, dodging a Beemer who wants to be first, is the worst, all getting there in due time, eventually, but with thisSteviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-80921056849213960472014-02-01T00:09:00.001-08:002014-02-01T00:11:07.797-08:00
Small Stone - Jan 31
The fog rolls in, gently
over parched hills, fading the green from the pines, changing browns into
grays, turning the familiar scenery into an unknown land, yet adventurous,
wanting nothing but the freedom to roam and play out its part, in the
uncertainty and inevitable ways of the forest.
withering wind
again mom calls me
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Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-60138844351743775092014-01-28T20:10:00.003-08:002014-01-28T20:10:39.611-08:00
Small Stone - Jan 28
It still hasn't rained in this area yet. A few sprinkles last weekend that evaporated so fast they couldn't be measured. These past few days the sky has filled with plenty of clouds that look promising but seemingly scatter and dissolve into the sunset, adding one more day without rain.
empty dreams..
painting pink dragons
instead
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-84859108151008991232014-01-27T23:18:00.003-08:002014-01-27T23:18:43.154-08:00
Small Stone - Jan 27
I went to see an elderly friend in the hospital today. She was in a deep medicated sleep, breathing heavy, eyes silent and unaware, hands and arms bruised from all the care she was given in the ICU; remnants of a survivor of a massive heart attack. I wondered if she knew I was there? I couldn't wake her, no one could wake her. Just held Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-43863033983673121982014-01-14T00:16:00.003-08:002014-01-14T00:16:54.894-08:00Small Stone - Jan 13
midwinter drought
so much orange
in today's sunset
Steviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03466360869194291272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31674652.post-74588456169905143122014-01-11T23:34:00.004-08:002014-01-11T23:34:38.542-08:00
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new year's day
again the resolutions
I made last year
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